Saturday, April 9, 2016

Addiction



The Blue Pill
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Addiction 



You are my hideout.
A cocoon,
a dreamless dream.
Sweet on my tongue at first,
you leave a bitter aftertaste.
You are not a person, or a thing.
You are oblivion.
You promised once to make me immortal.
You gave me nothing.
It was the hope that destroyed me.
I chose this dungeon willingly.
I keep waiting in the dark.
You say you will come
and bring me something.
So I wait.
I have always been naïve
that way.


GloPoWriMo Day 9

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